Smith's eyes gradually filled with a layer of remorse, and he said in a deep voice, "Meimei and Aliu... they are innocent."
Innocent?
Luo Wuya chuckled, anyone associated with that secret, innocent or not, must die.
"Meimei dying at our hands is better than dying at Xiyou Gate's hands. You should understand that."
"Yes..." Smith nodded.
If Meimei died at their hands, it wouldn't be that painful, but if Xiyou Gate discovered her true identity, she would probably wish she was dead in her next life.
Meimei, this is your fate, you must bear it yourself.
...
Top floor of Longdi Building.
Wen Meimei walked onto the deserted rooftop, turned around, and saw no one.
Could it be... she was played?
Maybe Luo Liu hadn't arrived yet, she would wait a little longer.
Wen Meimei walked to the edge of the rooftop, looking down at the skyline beyond the 50th floor. It was unclear whether it was smog or night fog, but the night appeared somewhat hazy.
